A scout entered the newly appointed Chronomancer’s room, and found a diary. We opened it and found an excerpt unlike any one seen by man or woman before:
"Cycle 99 - Day 1
Like the other 98 times, the King’s just been murdered and the new King crowned. I’ve concluded long ago that there’s no escaping it, but it’d be nice for history to not repeat itself for once.
If this is obeying the classic pattern, the Blue Dragon will be very nearly toppled by a shadowy organisation, and there’s nothing I can do about it. My only obligation is to stay in the castle and study the strange flow of time surrounding it, and so far the people don’t seem to have noticed that I keep greeting people who I’ve only known for a few days as old friends.
I don’t even like most of them, but the sight of blood really does end up biasing you in somebody’s favour.
Cycle 99 - Day 2
Like the other 98 times, somebody’s been murdered, and accusations started flying. It’s always somebody different who ends up on the bad end of things, but nothing too unusual.
This time it was the Princess.
The stars acted strangely when I called them tonight, but their movements became routine after I casted a few simple runes.
Cycle 99 - Day 3
There’s been an anomaly.
Some people today just stared into space, their bodies empty, and a man strode in waving around a glowing sword. He claimed to be a Paladin, bringing evidence of a vile Cult and warning the court of its’ vile destructive power.
He calls their false idols Corax and Mithras.
Cycle 99 - Day 4
All of the people who seemed empty are dead, along with three other victims. Instead of being stabbed, their bodies seemed burned.
But this is going beyond my duty. This hysteria… It’s been much different than usual.
But I must hold on to my duty. My job is to observe the flow of time, nothing more, nothing less.
Cycle 99 - Day 5
Last night, after I finished my journal, three gaurds dragged me to a cell beneath the castle. I spoke to the Prince once more, and I pray he does not get murdered.
However, they accused me today. They said that I should’ve used my time powers to help them.
I can hear footste-"
A bloodstain ends that sentence in place of a proper full stop. We flicked through again and found hundreds of seemingly identical diaries, each describing such worrisome events as those that are rumoured to brew in Castle Adiart right now. The final page read simply:
“NO MORE”
As we read those words, our hourglasses began to flow backwards. We felt it best to leave.
